["I'm tired," are the words at the edge of her lips, but she knows he wouldn't stand for that. So she sets herself to try again, ignoring the migraine that she's instinctively forcing on herself.]
[The tree opens up slowly, like a flower blooming, eventually settling on a few sparse growths of leaves here and there.] Something's still resisting. [She puts a hand to her head, massaging her temple.] I don't think it's me. But I went for a bit of permanence this time. [The tree definitely has a sad number of leaves, but at least they're not shrinking away.]
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[Action] LJ sent me no notice :(
on 2010-09-09 11:37 am (UTC)[The tree opens up slowly, like a flower blooming, eventually settling on a few sparse growths of leaves here and there.] Something's still resisting. [She puts a hand to her head, massaging her temple.] I don't think it's me. But I went for a bit of permanence this time. [The tree definitely has a sad number of leaves, but at least they're not shrinking away.]